“You’re going to a lot of places where they don’t value human life like we do.”
Nobody, least of all me, with my conservative Republican roots, my Reformed religion, and my resistance to change, could foresee the unintended truth of that statement.
We learn that as far as joy is concerned, more is less. The farther we travel into worlds where less stuff drives people’s lives, the more joy there is.
We also learn that fear of the world makes us prisoners of our borders, and grow a healthy suspicion of the proponents of that fear.